Henry Miller citations

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“Nous avons coutume de considérer que nous formons un grand corps démocratique dont les membres sont liés entre eux par une communauté de sang et de langage, et dont l'unité indissoluble est assurée par tous les modes de communication qu'ait pu tramer l'ingéniosité de l'homme; nos vêtements, notre alimentation sont identiques; nous lisons les mêmes journaux (exactement, titre, poids et tirage mis à part); nous sommes le peuple le plus collectiviste du monde, hormis quelques peuplades primitives que nous tenons arriérés dans leur développement. Et pourtant…
Pourtant, malgré tant d'apparences qui sembleraient prouver que nous sommes étroitement liés et apparentés; que nous vivons en bons voisins; que nous avons bon caractère; que nous sommes serviables, compatissants, fraternels presque, nous sommes un peuple solitaire, un troupeau morbide et dément, se démenant de tous côtés dans une rage frénétique et jalouse; un peuple qui voudrait oublier qu'il n'est pas ce qu'il croit, un peuple qui n'est pas réellement uni; dont les individus n'ont, les uns pour les autres, aucun dévouement réel, aucune attention réelle, ne sont, en vérité, que des unités brassées par Dieu sait quelle main invisible, selon une arithmétique qui n'est pas notre affaire.”

“Le seul chemin qui mène à la délivrance passe par la découverte et la reconnaissance du caractère unique de son identité.”

“C'est un monde fait pour des monomaniaques obsédés par l'idée de progrès… mais d'un faux progrès qui pue. C'est un monde encombré d'objets inutiles que, pour mieux les exploiter et les dégrader, on a enseigné aux homes et femmes à considérer comme utiles.”

“Nul n'est besoin de faire de la terre un paradis : elle en est un. A nous de nous adapter pour l'habiter.”

“A-t-on jamais vu chose inouïe comme un peuple libéré de la superstition, du rituel, de la religion, de l'argent, de la peur et du remords?”

“Le besoin de se surpasser doit être instinctif et non pas théorique ou seulement plausible.”

“Je commençais à lire, à trop lire. Je me tournais vers le dedans, je me refermais sur moi-même, comme font les fleurs, la nuit.”

“L'homme a ce choix :

laisser entrer la lumière ou garder les volets fermés.”

“Je le saluerais d'un cri de victoire, s'il [l'homme nouveau] pouvait prouver que l'existence, sur ce vaste continent, peut se passer des articles de première nécessité ci-dessus mentionnés [laboratoires, usines chimiques, aciéries, avions, munitions, tracteurs et aliments pasteurisés]. Oui, ce serait un type très suprême d'homme s'il apportait la démonstration que l'existence, tant ici qu'ailleurs, peut se passer de travail forcé, d'instruments de torture, d'outils de mort, d'argent, de dernière mode, de prophylaxie, de gouvernement et la suite.”

“La première comprend tous ces livres qu'on a vraiment l'intention de lire un jour mais qu'on ne lira sans doute jamais; dans la seconde se trouvent ceux qu'on devrait, estime-t-on, avoir lus, et dont on lira sans doute quelques-uns avant de mourir; la troisième compte les livres qu'on est à peu près certain de ne jamais lire, parce que rien, apparemment, ne pourra jamais abattre le mur de préjugés dressé autour d'eux.”

“Si nous étions lucides, instantanément l'horreur de ce qui nous entoure nous laisserait stupides. On ne saurait être parfaitement lucide et déambuler dans les rues de nos cités modernes sans en être affecté de façon ou d'autre. Ce qui ne signifie pas que nous devrions avoir envie de les reconstruire, nos cités, de les faire un peu moins laides - mais de les planter là, de filer pour ne plus revenir, oui. De tout flanquer en l'air, de plaquer le boulot, d'envoyer paître les obligations, le percepteur, les lois et tout ce qui s'ensuit. Un être humain parfaitement éveillé, croyez-vous qu'il se conduirait en cinglé, comme c'est le cas, comme on le lui demande, à chaque instant de la journée?”

“Pour une raison ou pour une autre, l'homme cherche le miracle, et pour l'accomplir, il pataugera dans le sang. Il se gorgera d'une débauche d'idées, il se réduira à n'être qu'une ombre, si, pour une seule seconde de sa vie, il peut fermer les yeux sur la hideur de la réalité. Il endure tout -disgrâce, humiliation, pauvreté, guerre, crime, ennui- croyant que demain quelque chose arrivera, un miracle! qui rendra la vie tolérable.”

“Derrière ces murs gris, se trouvent les étincelles humaines, et pourtant jamais un incendie ne se déclare. Sont-ce là des hommes et des femmes, me demandé-je, ou bien sont-ce des ombres, des ombres de marionettes tirées par d'invisibles ficelles? Elles se meuvent apparemment sans contrainte, mais n'ont nulles part où aller. Dans un seul royaume elles sont libres et peuvent vagabonder en liberté - mais elles n'ont pas encore appris à prendre l'essor. Jusqu'à présent, il n'est point de rêve qui ait pris l'essor.”

“- Quelle est votre ambition dans la vie?”
“- Devenir immortel, puis mourir.”

“Ma faiblesse à moi, c’est de crier sur les toits chaque fois que je crois avoir découvert quelque chose qui me paraisse d’une importance vitale.”

“Wagner wrote an opera titled Tristan and Yseult and in it there is a theme called Love Death theme. It is so sensual, so sexual that he was criticized for having introduced sex into music. And that was quite a few years before the appearance of Elvis Presley!”

“The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.”

“Things happen or they don't happen, that's all. Nothing is accomplished by sweat and struggle. Nearly everything which we call life is just insomnia, an agony because we've lost the habit of falling asleep.”

“If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.”

“The truly great writer does not want to write. He wants the world to be a place in which he can live the life of the imagination.”

“Every man is working out his destiny in his own way and nobody can be of any help except by being kind, generous, and patient.”

“As far as Bach is concerned, I never came close to liking him [-] My favourite composer is Scriabin -[and] his Fifth sonata, in my mind, the greatest piece of music ever written.”

“Obscenity is a cleansing process, whereas pornography only adds to the murk.”

“I am against revolutions because they always involve a return to the status quo.”

“The frantic desire to Live, to live at any cost, is not a result of the life rhythm in us, but of the death rhythm.”

“It is no accident that propels people like us to Paris. Paris is simply an artificial stage, a revolving stage that permits the spectator to glimpse all phases of the conflict. Of itself Paris initiates no dramas. They are begun elsewhere. Paris is simply an obstetrical instrument that tears the living embryo from the womb and puts it in the incubator. Paris is the cradle of artificial births. Rocking here in the cradle each one slips back into his soil; one dreams back to Berlin, New York, Chicago, Vienna, Minsk,. Vienna is never more Vienna than Paris. Everything is raised to its apotheosis. The cradle gives up its babes and new ones take their place. You can real here on the walls Zola lived and Balzac and Dante and Strindberg and everybody who ever was anything. Everyone has lived here some time or other. Nobody dies here...”

“More than anything the French have a profound knowledge of the ways of life. They possess a tolerance and an acceptance of the way things are. Problems are faced with intelligence, patience, and a sense of humanity. I have more respect for them than any other nationality on the face of the earth.”

“Sleep, Napoleon! It was not your ideas they wanted, it was your corpse.”

“The history of the world is the history of a privileged few.”

“What an astounding thing is the voice! By what miracle is the hot magma of the earth transformed into that which we call speech? If out of clay such an abstract medium as words can be shaped what is to hinder us from leaving our bodies at will and taking up our abode on other planets or between the planets? What is to prevent us from rearranging all life, atomic, molecular, corporeal, stellar, diving? Who or what is powerful enough to eradicate this miraculous leaven which we bear within us like a seed and which, after we have embraced in our mind all the universe, is nothing more than a seed — since to say universe is as easy as to say seed, and we have yet to say greater things, things beyond saying, things limitless and inconceivable, things which no trick of language can encompass.”

“There was one artist who wrote as beautifully as he painted. That was Hokusai - He speaks for all artists, whether they are painters or not. [He wrote]: "I have been in love with painting ever since I became conscious of it at the age of six. I drew some pictures I thought fairly good when I was fifty, but really nothing I did before the age of seventy was of any value at all. At seventy three I have at last caught every aspect of nature-birds, fish, animals, insects, trees, grasses, all. When I am eighty I shall have developed still further. And I will really master the secrets of art at ninety. When I reach a hundred my work will be truly sublime, and my final goal will be attained around the age of one hundred and ten, when every line and dot I draw will be imbued with life."”

“The whole damn universe has to be taken apart, brick by brick, and reconstructed.”

“A guy who's always interested in the condition of the world, and changing it, either has no problems of his own, or refuses to face them… not wanting to face things of his own nature.”

“I've spoken many times about the Japanese woman. I've praised her again and again. But I have to tell you that I think the Japanese man is the worst. The women are such delicate creatures and they're treated abominably by the men. The Japanese men are pigs - even worse than American men.”

“There is only one thing which interests me vitally now, and that is the recording of all that which is omitted in books.”

“Perhaps the artist is nothing more than the personification of this universal maladjustment, this universal disequilibrium.”

“Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”

“This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty … what you will.”

“A man writes to throw off the poison which he has accumulated because of his false way of life. He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment. No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in….”

“Many is the mirage I chased. Always I was overreaching myself. The oftener I touched reality, the harder I bounced back to the world of illusion, which is the name for everyday life. 'Experience! More experience!”

“Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.”

“It was here in Big Sur that I first learned to say 'amen.'”

“He saw the humorous aspect of everything, which is the real test of the tragic sense.”

“Words, sentences, ideas, no matter how subtle or ingenious, the maddest flights of poetry, the most profound dreams, the most hallucinating visions, are but crude hieroglyphs chiseled in pain and sorrow to commemorate an event which is untransmissible.”